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Carrie-Ann was packing for New York and Harry was sat on her bed listening to music, he always played music Carrie-Ann had never heard of before and she loved asking him who it was and adding it to her own playlist that she had called 'H songs'. He was looking up something online, Carrie-Ann couldn't see what but he seemed really into whatever he was looking at.
The receipt had been on her mind for the past six days - she had no idea how to bring it up, or if she ever would. Maybe he was sending it there because he had new stuff coming? Maybe he was sending it to his sister?
But why boxes of clothes?
It just didn't sit right with her. She didn't want to bring it up and become the old Carrie-Ann - make a drama out of nothing and cause an argument, things were going so well with them lately she really didn't want to ruin that.
"Hey, Harry.."
He smiled down at her on the floor packing. "Yes babe?"
"Is your mum moving to London?" It was the only thing she could think up.
He frowned. "No..why?"
She swallows trying to think of something. "Oh.. I, uh.. I thought you said someone was,"
"My cousin has, and my sister lives there now. My mums pretty happy in Holmes Chapel,"
"Right.." She smiled. "I get confused, and when we go to London, you're renting some place else? You sold your last house?"
Harry swallowed. He knew he had to tell her, he had to.
"Well, I've got.. Like, a new house now."
It made sense to Carrie-Ann. Maybe he was sending stuff there to fill the new house.
"Oh, as in brand new just bought it?"
He nods. "There's been some stuff going on with it whilst I'm away, had some guys taking care of construction - new kitchen and stuff."
She smiles. "Nice, I can't wait to see it."
He smiles nervously. "Yeah,"
"When we're in London why don't we invite your sister and parents? We could have Louis, Liam and Niall too one night, I know you miss them."
He looks at her. "They'd love that,"
She grins. "Good, let's do it."
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After packing, Carrie-Ann got changed for the gym. She had a training session with Stephan. She was convinced he was trying to kill her. He was militant, and even if she cried he would still continue to make her work. She had no idea why Harry would set her up with such a cruel man.
"Thirty press-ups to start off," He ordered the second she put down her water bottle.
She huffed getting down. "I hate press ups," She mumbled.
"You love them so much? Let's crank that up to fifty then,"
She sighed wishing she'd kept her mouth shut. "Yay," She muttered sarcastically.
The session was gruelling, it really tested her. If she asked for a break it only meant more exercise, if she muttered under her breath it would only make him smirk and add on more work.
In the end she learnt to be silent and to just do the work out.
"It's all for the fitness," She told herself.
"You're not as bad as you think you are," Stephan commented the second they finished the session. "You just need to get it out of your head that fitness is a bad thing, and remember that this is all building you up and strengthening your muscles and benefiting you. I'm not harsh for no reason,"
"I understand, I just think it's easier to think things are hard."
He laughed. "Of course, but six months down the line you'll be running in here able to do everything," He threw a towel in her face earning a moody "hey!" From Carrie-Ann. "See you when you come back from England, enjoy it." He smiles before leaving the studio.
The second Carrie-Ann got home she ran a bath, she knew her muscles would be sore tomorrow on the flight so she tried to relax them as much as she could beforehand.
Harry was on his way over with his stuff, he was staying over so they could both go straight to the plane together.
When he arrived, he found Carrie-Ann laying in bed with a face mask on, cucumber on her eyes.
"Isn't that a sight," He laughed taking off his jacket.
Unable to move or talk Carrie-Ann simply lifted her middle finger.
"Lovely," Harry replied to the gesture. "Want tea?"
She gave him a thumbs up.
"Normal?"
Another thumbs up.
"Sugar?"
Another thumbs up.
"Milk?"
Another thumbs up.
"Unicorn? A hamster? Blood from a stone?" He was doing everything he could to try and make her move or talk.
Carrie-Ann lifted up the nearest pillow and threw it at him before giving him another middle finger.
"Delightful," He muttered leaving the room as yet another pillow was thrown.
